Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Scion,
X-101,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.